Three

All the things that make up you are all the things I love. Okay. Maybe not all the things. But all the things that make up you are all the things that have made me grow exponentially over the last three years, that's for sure. Since the day you peacefully entered the world, your sweet spirit has enabled me to reach towards being a better me. I'm not sure if that's part of the job description of "Mama" or if it is just what I needed in my life - but the pull is undeniable. I need to be better. I have to be better. Because you are here. Because you are, every day, the best you can be. Because you know no other way to be. And I strive to do the same. It is not perfection I am growing towards. It is living fully and with arms wide open to the world. Be patient with me, for living as you do takes a lot of unlearning for an adult like me. Luckily, I have the perfect teacher. Thank you for taking me under your wing.

Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy.

Love,

~Mama